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All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

– John Greenleaf Whittier
My Psalm

Morning Windows

by Amos Russel Wells

The brightest thing a house can do,
When morning fills the skies,
Is just to catch the sun's first rays,
And flash the brilliant prize.

No eighty-candle lights within
Can match the dazzling sight,
And every window-pane becomes
A fusillade of light!

Thus, thus it is when households kneel
In humble morning prayer.
The very Sun of Righteousness
Is caught and captured there:

And all the day, in all its ways,
However dull they be,
The happy windows of that home
Are scintillant to see!

Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.

– Jesus
John 15:4, KJV

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